There is some awe mixed with the joy of our surprise, when this poet, who lived in some past world, two or three hundred years ago, says that which lies close to my own soul, that which I also had wellnigh thought and said.

When a happy person comes into the room, it is as if another candle has been lit.

Good as is discourse, silence is better and shames it.

Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

The True Artist has the planet for his pedestal; the adventurer, after years of strife, has nothing broader than his shoes.

Its the not the Destination, It's the journey.

We thirst for approbation, yet cannot forgive the approver.